Sunday, May 31, 2015

Good Morning Jessicca...

Letter to my DaughterSunday, 31 May

Jessicca

The fountain looks like an erasure.
Isolating the faces from anything extraneous seemed more important. Other oddities go on here, as well. Attractive women and yet there are annoyances. It’s not so much a battle of the sexes as it is
two people making a commitment to live together forever. That kind of arrangement requires a powerful elixir.
But, yes - sex is a powerful undertow. We still don’t appreciate how much it directs
our lives.

What are
they doing? There’s geometry everywhere
but I’m wondering what’s happening atop that table. The wheelchair provides the only circle. It’s a workday downtown so I feel lucky to
isolate all this severe black and white spread in a large public space. He seems to be explaining while pointing at
something; or is he scrolling his smart phone while the other guy reads the
paper; maybe they’re just idly using their hands while talking. I like the slabs stacked like dominoes.

The woman on
the left is playing a harmonica as she marches her parents to the car.

I don’t care
what you’re doing. You’re going to be
interesting. It’s do-si-do when the
traffic caller yells, “grab your partner and head upstream.”

You gotta
love late afternoon light. Here’s one of
those tell it like it is
conversations happening between these two.
The woman pushing the stroller is listening intent. She’s hearing something she’s heard before
but now she’s listening – a life experience has given what she hears new
meaning.